Okay so... this has a story behind it (seems like a lot of my fanfics do lol) but honestly I don't like the beginning pairing, but I needed to go with characters that fit the personalities of the people they represent. Well. Sort of. There will be other pairings.
I will provide warnings and labels for those chapters that may or may not need to be read. Just a warning here: Second chapter is a MarikxYami lemon! There is no point other than smut in the next chapter so if you don't want to read Yami and Marik having sex, don't read the next chapter.
Main Pairing: Marik x Yami (Only for a while I promise!)
The side pairing warnings will change each chapter. Sometimes there won't be a side pairing for a chapter, but other times there may be... like twenty.
Side pairings you may see or be hinted at: Dragonshipping
It honestly started with a simple infatuation. Mariku was with someone else at the time he saw this infatuation. Often times, the one he was with had to pull his attention back to the world of the living from his day dreams.
"Mariku? What are you doing?" Came a voice from beside the blond, snapping him out of his reverie. He smiled a little at his star haired lover and kissed his cheek.
"Nothing, Yami. I'm just picturing the future." The fact that Yami blushed furiously proved the other had no idea of what was really going through the Egyptian's mind. He didn't like lying to the former pharaoh, but he'd noticed how the other reacted simply by mentioning hanging out with someone other than him on his time that wasn't being used in schooling.
"Okay. I love you, Mariku." Yami said, climbing into his lap and snuggling into his chest, resting his face in the crook of Marik's neck. Marik draped his arms around the tiny male and nuzzled his hair.
"Love you too, pharaoh." He smirked, feeling the other pout against his skin. He found it adorable and hilarious that the other hated that nickname so badly considering the power it represented.
Winter break was fast approaching and Marik pouted at the thought of his lover not dressing in his normal tight leathery clothing. The much smaller male did have those soft thighs, and Marik would miss seeing them outside the bedroom. Mariku shook his head a little. He wondered vaguely how he'd come to love his once worst enemy, but he supposed time played a big role in this.
Yami let his fingers trail over the broad chest of the large Egyptian. "I can still come over this weekend, right, Mariku…?" Yami purred, nuzzling and nipping at his lover's neck.
Mariku growled. "I told you not to do that, Yami." He scrunched up his nose a little. "And yes. Ishizu said you can come over as long as we keep quiet. She says if she catches us again, she's not going to let you come over anymore."
Yami pouted. "But Mariku—"
"No Yami, I've told you a thousand times now. I don't like that much affection in front of people. A little is okay. But you always, always get carried away." Mariku sighed, running his hand through his lover's hair. "I love you, you know I do, but it's just… embarrassing. And no, it's not because you're a guy because I wouldn't let a girl to that to me either in public."
The other did not seem happy as he sighed. "Fine… But you owe me this weekend for the lack of attention during the week."
Mariku smirked. "You know I always reimburse you, love."
The week from then on out came and went and it was late Friday night and Marik drummed his fingers in anticipation. Yami still wasn't there and he was growing anxious. Marik knew Yami had been hanging out with Joey today. But they only were supposed to be gone for two or three hours after school. School ended at four PM and it was nearing nine.
Finally after all his waiting, Marik gave up and gave a frustrated sigh and went to his room. This was the second weekend in a row Yami had not shown up.
He turned on his stereo and relaxed into his extra plush pillow top bed and glared at the ceiling as the anger of being ditched again filled his heart. It hurt when Yami did this and Marik hated the feeling of being hurt.
Another two hours passed and Marik gave up trying to set fire to his ceiling with his eyes in exchange for a far off saddened look. He honestly couldn't take much more of Yami doing this to him. Just as a song ended, Marik noticed his phone vibrating on his desk and picked it up, and paused the music as soon as seeing it was a phone call from none other than his boyfriend. He answered. "Thanks for showing up, Pharaoh."
"I'm so sorry, Mariku! I didn't mean for it to take so long! I lost track of time." Funny… why did Yami sound so breathless?
"Yeah that's what you said last weekend. Well. Whenever I'm not an inconvenience for you to spend time with, give me a call." Marik would give the other the chance to retort, but that's it.
"Mariku. Don't be like that! I told you last weekend was Yugi's grandpa's birthday." Yami sounded exhausted now. Like he was tired of trying to appease the other on the phone.
"You know, when we make plans, Yami… You're the only one who ever cancels them without so much as a fucking phone call. You know what? Fucking.. grow up. I'm tired of being the only one who is trying in this relationship. If you're not over here tomorrow by the time I wake up… You'll be sorry." With that, he hung up and turned his cell phone off. The rage built within him and it wasn't a good thing.
The next day, Marik woke to a warm body next to his own and snuggled into it. Yami had finally heard his words, this caused him to smile. ". . . You came." He mumbled quietly.
Yami breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes, of course I did." He chuckled and pet Marik's hair. He was so glad Marik slept in on the weekends to the late afternoon. Usually he didn't like it too much because the other grew very grumpy when awoken to keep the other company, but got upset if Yami left out of boredom before the other woke up.
Marik couldn't resist breathing in the others scent. Yami always smelled so good to him; like sour apples and cinnamon.
Apparently Yami liked how Marik smelled as well as he took a large inhale. "Mmm… I love your scent…" Yami had said this before, but it still confused the poor blond.
"And I love yours too." Marik replied. Honestly he did love the smell, though he preferred sweet smells to the sour and hot smell the other produced. "Smells like apples and cinnamon…" He yawned, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "Ishizu and Odion are gone for the weekend and Malik is never home on the weekend, Yami." Marik hinted with a small tired smirk.
"Is that so, Mariku? I can't but feel you're insinuating something here…. Although I cannot imagine what you could be hinting at…" Yami grinned playfully at the Egyptian. He loved messing with his lover.